"Man makes his history with the one hand and "holds it up" with the other." - Djuna Barnes

Looking down the barrel of your eye, I see the body of a Bloody Cinderella looking back.

The Seal, she lounges like a bride, Much too docile, there's no doubt; Madame Récamier, on side, (if such she has), and bottom out.

So the reason for our cleanliness becomes apparent; cleanliness is a form of apprehension; our faulty racial memory is fathered by fear. Destiny and history are untidy; we fear memory of that disorder.